“Did you hear? President Dalena spared no expense to get the best imported medicine for Mr. Fabio’s recovery.”
“She even had the entire VIP floor’s nurses assigned to him!
“Wow, President Delena really is an incredible woman! I’d be lucky to have a wife like that.”
“Incredible woman?“.
Dmitry couldn’t help but smirk coldly.
Cheating with her son in tow, treating her husband like a dog–she truly was one of a kind.
After leaving the hospital, Dmitry received an email from the Vienna Conservatory.
To assess his current skills, the school requested an original composition as part of his application.
Determined, Dmitry rented a remote recording studio far from the city.
Surrounded by sprawling fields and mountains, the tranquility refreshed his mind.
For two days, he poured himself into his music, isolating himself completely and reconnecting with the passion he had buried for so long.
Finally, with just one day left before his departure, Dmitry submitted his composition.
When he turned on his phone, he was bombarded by 99+ missed calls and messages—all from Dalena and Cyril.
Dimitry was puzzled Wasn’t Dalenia busy looking after Fablo? Why would she contact him now?
Curious, he hailed a taxi back to the villa.
As soon as he stepped inside, the butler and gardener approached him, their faces full of relief.
“Mr. Denitry, thank goodness you’re back! The house has been in chaos these past two days. President Dalena and young master Cyril have been asking aleed your constantly!”
Daly then did Dauitry rdize they weren’t used to managing without him..
With Cyril at school, Dalena had been left to her own devices and was clearly struggling
“Where were you the past two days?”
Dalena leaned against the doorway, her tone softer than usual but still cold.
“The recording studio.”
“What made you decide to start singing again?”
“Just clearing my head.”
Dmitry brushed her off. He saw no point in explaining his passions to someone who had never cared about them.
After a moment of silence, Dalena spoke up again. “About the fish tank… Don’t take it personally. Fabio is a guest, and he’s been spoiled since childhood. It’s only natural for me to speak on his behalf.”
“Fabio has already moved out. You said you wouldn’t get upset anymore, so let’s not make a fuss over this.”
Even her apology was reluctant, tinged with blame. Had he not left for two days, she likely wouldn’t have bothered speaking to him at all.
Without responding, Dmitry headed upstairs to pack his things.
“Wait, there’s one more thing.” Dalena called after him. She pulled a fish tank from the cabinet.
“I picked this out myself at the market. Consider it my way of making it up to you!
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“Where were you the past two days?”
Dalena leaned against the doorway, her tone sotter than usual but still cold.
“The recording studio,”
“What made you decide to start singing again?”
“Just clearing my head.”
Dmitry brushed her off. He saw no point in explaining his passions to someone who had never cared about them.
After a moment of silence, Dalena spoke up again. “About the fish tank… Don’t take it personally. Fabio is a guest, and he’s been spoiled since childhood. It’s only natural for me to speak on his behalf.”
“Fabio has already moved out. You said you wouldn’t get upset anymore, so let’s not make a fuss over this.
Even her apology was reluctant, tinged with blame. Had he not left for two days, she likely wouldn’t have bothered speaking to him at all.
Without responding, Dmitry headed upstairs to pack his things.
“Wait, there’s one more thing,” Dalena called after him. She pulled a fish tank from the cabinet.
“I picked this out myself at the market. Consider it my way of making it up to you”
Dmitry suddenly chuckled. “No need. They’re just a few fish. If they’re dead, they’re dead”
He was leaving soon
there was no point in keeping more fish.
Especially since the ones he cared for the most were gone, nothing could replace them,
“Really?”
Seeing Dmitry’s unusually composed demeanor, Dalena felt uneasy, even unfamiliar with him.
That night, Dmitry still slept in the study.
The next morning, as usual, he got up to make breakfast for Dulena and Cyril.
When the steaming bowls of seafood porridge were served, Dalena felt like everything was back to normal.
But she didn’t see Dmitry quietly confirming his flight schedule.
An hour later, Dalena left with Cyril for a charity gala hosted by her company, without informing Dmitry.
Because Fabio would also be attending the event.
The grand hall glittered with opulence as elites mingled, laughing and clinking glasses.
Dalena, dressed in an elegant gown, settled Cyril in a comer before heading off to find Fabio.
Not long after, Dmitry also arrived at the venue.
He wasn’t there for the gala but to collect his visa from Dalena’s mother. As he passed through the crowd, whispers trailed him. “Why is Cyril alone? Did his mom go to find Fablo again?”
“President Dulena is so devoted to Fabio. I heard she bought him a custom yacht worth billions as an apology for his injury!”
“Even after all these years, she’s still hung up on him. Remember how she used to follow Fabio everywhere when they were kids? She’d bake him cakes and redo them if he didn’t like them.”
“Hey, Cyril, since your mom loves Uncle Fabio so much, why not let him be your dad?”
The group burst into laughter, and Cyril tilted his head up. “I like Uncle Fabio too! I want him to be my new dad!”
His gaze shifted, landing on Dmitry nearby. His face twisted with disdain.
“What are you doing here, you bad dad? You’re not welcome!”
Hearing this, the group of wealthy heirs and heiresses gathered around, their ridicule nearly tangible.
\\“Well, if it isn’t Dalena’s useless husband. First, he injured Fablo, and now he’s here to cause trouble again?”
“President Dalene only pities you. Don’t think you can keep leeching off her. Step aside already!”
Their venomous words filled the air, demanding Dmitry leave.
Ignoring them, Dmitry continued toward the second flour.
But suddenly, Cyril shoved him
